You yell at your husband for his choice of Christmas music and rant about John Lennon being a communist. Taking a hot bubble bath to calm down only riles you up even more because the stupid razor can't seem to shave your leg without cutting a major artery. You clean the house in an hour flat and throw away any Christmas cards that dare fall on the floor yelling at them, "hey, you don't want to stick on the wall, fine go lay in the trash can where you belong." You glare at the Chris...